Young Matilda

Good morning friends, thank you for all the kindness you have shown…As you all know, I really like telling stories about Angels…This morning I needed to help cover child abuse, so I wrote a poem of which I’ve named…Young Matilda…I really hope you enjoy…Much love to where you are…You are never far from my heart…Lynn xxxx       Young Matilda     Up high in the mountains, where not many go lives a beautiful Angel who dances on snow Her hair is like starlight tousled with wind With a face so Angelic, she makes nature sing!   She dances for freedom of all the Earth’s woes A Mother by instinct where harmony grows Once known as Matilda, a child with a past And yet she still dances on sheets of white glass!   Her story unfolds now, once born of abuse A buried dark secret which striven for truth Taunted by parents, neglected from birth Poor young Matilda, stood no chance on Earth!   Young Sisters and Brothers, of which she did care So she taken her beatings with silence and prayer A heart of such courage, and also much pain As night time approaches in her bed did she lain!   A shout of great torment awoke her from dream The room red with furnace, and her kin they did scream! Her parents in stupor from Alcohol fumes She rushed to the aid of, her families bedrooms!   Her Sisters and Brothers now safe and secure Yet sweet young Matilda, went back through the door Heroic this Angel, for her parents she tried Alas the red furnace, erupts then they died!   Two graves for her parents, and peace for the rest No Heaven for them though, in the Hells do they fest Her Sisters and Brothers were taken in care Until a young couple, their lives did they spare!   Young sweet Matilda, now in a grave by a hill She roams where she pleases, to a land of tranquil. So up high in the mountains, in a land of pure white This beautiful Angel, sings and dances EACH NIGHT!